NO GOOD DEED || S. REID

2.2

Katharine sat at the kitchen island, picking at the bowl of blueberries Nina must have put out shortly before she had arrived. She shrugged, popping a fruit into her mouth. "It went okay, I guess," Katharine played it off.

"Just okay?" Nina asked, poking her side. Katharine squirmed out of the way, hating the fact that she was ticklish and that all her friends used that piece of information in the worst ways possible.

Katharine slapped Nina's hand, laughing a bit as Nina acted as if it had really hurt. "Yes," Katharine said. "It went okay enough that they gave me the job."

Nina blinked, processing the news her friend had just given her. Then, a smile bigger than the last broke out onto her face.

"You got the job!" she cheered. "I think that deserves a brownie."

Katharine frowned. "What? So you weren't going to give me the brownies after all?"

"No," Nina turned away from her and started to cut the desert from the plate. "I was, but that news just means you deserve a brownie now."

Katharine hopped off her stool. "Do you still have vanilla ice cream and whipped cream?"

"You know I do, chica. Check the fridge and the freezer."

Katharine opened both sides of the refrigerator, immediately spotting the toppings as well as a cake that read, 'Congratulations on the Baby!' across the front of it. "Babe," Katharine asked, closing the fridge and setting the ice cream and whipped cream on the counter. "Who's pregnant?"

"Oh, do you remember Jennie?" Nina set out some napkins. "Blonde, about five-five, Level four?"

Katharine thought back to the woman Nina was describing. Jennie Joyce had gone into the academy at the same time as the both of them but didn't advance far while in SHIELD, getting stumped at level four after making several mistakes in the field. It seemed Nina stayed friends with the woman even after leaving the organization.

"You throwing her a party?" Katharine asked, reaching over to accept a spoon from the woman. Nina stayed silent, her own spoon hanging halfway out of her mouth and the can of whipped cream in hand.

"No," Nina said. "Jennie just asked me to get the cake, the party's tomorrow if you wanna come."

Katharine pursed her lips. She had never really been friends with Jennie and besides a hello once or twice in the hallways at SHIELD, she didn't know the woman. She shook her head. "I don't think I'll go. I don't wanna intrude."

Nina waved her off. "Nonsense. Jennie said that she'd be happy to see you again. Surprising considering you never really talked to her but..."

Katharine took a bite of brownie. She chewed through the chocolatey goodness and nearly moaned at the taste. She couldn't help it, Nina's brownies were a gift sent from God. They were amazing. She swallowed. "I'll think about it," Katharine decided, taking the can of whipped cream from Nina. "I'll call you tomorrow if I end up coming."

"Well, the party's at noon so don't take too long to think." Nina picked up the plate of brownies, motioning over to the ice cream and whipped cream. "C'mon, we're watching a movie or two while I have you here."

Katharine smiled and obliged, picking up the toppings from the counter and following Nina over to her couch. The Puerto Rican cleared off her coffee table, setting the brownies on the surface before kicking back and relaxing into the extremely comfortable piece of furniture.

"So," Katharine flopped onto the couch next to her best friend, the ice cream still in hand, "The Princess Diaries or Little Miss Sunshine?"

BEFORE KATHARINE KNEW IT, nearly six hours had gone by and it was nearing eight o'clock at night. Katharine removed herself from the ridiculous comfy piece of furniture and started to collect her things. She found her bag by the door along with her shoes and retraced her phone to the kitchen. Nina wrapped up the last remaining brownies for Katharine to take home, kissing her on both cheeks before sending the girl on her way.

Halfway down the hallway, Katharine decided to check her phone for any missed calls or messages she might have received while watching movies with Nina.

Two missed calls from Derek and one message left by her mom, who she had recently reconnected with. The first thing Katharine did after she signed the accords was to call her mom, promising that she'd visit home soon and saying that she couldn't wait to see her again.

Katharine smiled at the thought. It had been nearly a full eight years since she'd seen her mother. Grace Morgan was a patient woman and Katharine was thankful for that. A person would think that eight years of no contact, her mother would have been angry with her but no. Grace Morgan told Katharine to take all the time she needed because no matter what, she'd be there to welcome her home.

Something dropped onto the floor in front of her, causing her to look up from her phone. Traveling upward, she saw a bag on the floor which led to a pair of legs that seemed to go on forever. Then those legs met a vest clad torso which then led to the charming face of one Dr. Spencer Reid.

In his hands were a set of keys, one of the many having been inserted into the lock on the door. The door to his apartment, she guessed. It became clearer to her that it was, in fact, his apartment when she took note of the way he had dropped his bag in front of the door and by the groceries he held in his arms.

Katharine motioned to his general situation. "Need some help?"

Spencer flushed a light pink, looking from the groceries in his hands to his bag on the floor and then finally back up at her. He shook his head. "No, I'm good," he lied, turning the key and opening his door. He awkwardly kicked his bag through the threshold and readjusted his grip on the groceries.

"I didn't know you lived here," he said, looking around in mild confusion.

Katharine smiled. "No, I don't live here but my friend does. She'd 3D, just down the hall."

"You know Nina?" Spencer asked, ultimately deciding to set his groceries on the floor rather than continue to struggle with them.

"Yeah," Katharine giggled. "Even lived with her for about six weeks two months ago."

Spencer nodded slowly as if he were putting together the fact that she lived so close to him while she was in hiding. Like, she was right there the entire time but it wasn't his fault he didn't recognize her. SHIELD disguise technology could be a powerful thing when it came to disappearing.

Katharine pursed her lips slightly. "But hey, now that I know where you live, maybe I could come get you for breakfast tomorrow? Providing you don't get called away on a case. It can be a little sorry for disappearing for six months."

Spencer laughed a little, a rather beautiful smile spreading across his face. He nodded. He used his left hand to tuck some of the hair that had fallen into his vision behind his ear. "Breakfast sounds good."

Katharine clapped lightly, a smile of her own making an appearance on her face. "Great! Is seven okay? I know you usually have to be in the office around nine and--"

"Seven is perfect," he said, cutting her off. "I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow," Katharine agreed. "It's a date!"

And with that, she bounded past the man and disappeared down the stairs.